Third Script (A BLT)


A BLT
INT. DAY. RESTAURANT.
Two men sit in a restaurant, both have plates and a drink in front of them and a BLT. ROY is a Londoner. They both look bored and sit next to one another. ROY eats disinterestedly, finishing his BLT pretty soon after the film starts.
ROY
 (Still with a mouthful of food) You havin’ that? (Pointing to CHRIS’s untouched BLT)
CHRIS
 No, go ahead.
ROY pulls the plate towards his own and dumps the sandwich on then pushes ROY’s plate back to him.
ROY
 What’s put you in a shitty mood then?
CHRIS
 Huh?
ROY
 You’re in a shitty mood… looking all glum. Y’know? Who shit in your cereal?
CHRIS
Didn’t have cereal.
ROY
It’s a fuckin’ phrase, Chris.
CHRIS
Is it?
ROY
Yeah, course it fuckin’ is.
CHRIS
 I dunno, I’m just not… feelin’ it.
ROY
Right… (Carries on stuffing his face not giving a shit about CHRIS that much) Got sumfink on yer mind?
CHRIS
Yeah… a little bit.
ROY
Whassat?
CHRIS
What’s what?
ROY
What’s on yer fuckin’ mind?
CHRIS
Well… (Changing topic completely) what grades did you get?
ROY
What? You thinkin’ about yer GCSE’s Chris?
CHRIS
No… just curious is all…
ROY
I passed five…
CHRIS
What do you mean passed?
ROY
 I mean I got a fucking grade that meant I got a fucking pass… alright?
CHRIS
Right, right… but like… like a good pass, or…?
ROY
Scraped, a scraped fuckin’ pass on all four.
CHRIS
 Thought you said five?
ROY
Well it’s four, there you fuckin’ go, happy now?
CHRIS
Not really.
ROY
Why, what did you get?
CHRIS
What’s it matter?
ROY
 You asked first, what’d it matter to you?
CHRIS
Mostly B’s, couple of A’s and the rest C’s.
ROY laughs.
CHRIS
What?
ROY
It’s jest funny. You did pretty well, but now here we are, same fuckin’ job, same pay, same everyfink. Funny how things turn out.
CHRIS
The fuck is that meant to mean?
ROY
 Nufink, just… an observation is all.
CHRIS
Right… I’ll tell you my problem, shall I?
ROY
 Alright…
CHRIS
Say, the boss asked you to kill somebody? –
ROY
I’d kill him.
CHRIS
Right, well that clearly wasn’t the end of the question, was it Roy.
ROY
Alright, calm down. You shud be more clear about it then, eh?
CHRIS
Right, say you’re asked to kill someone, but it’s someone you know?
ROY
Like… a celebrity?
CHRIS
No, someone you know personally… like a friend… someone you care about…
ROY
So… like… you?
CHRIS
YES! (Realises he is far too excited about this connection) Yeah… like- like me. What’d you do?
ROY
… What’s the pay?
CHRIS
 What?
ROY
 What’s the pay like? You know, if it’s real good then, y’know. Ten million’s ten million innit.
CHRIS
 You’re meant to say ‘No Chris, no way on earth would I ever kill you. You’re my partner.’
ROY
Yeah… but ten million. That’s set up for life innit? Never have to work again. That’s the dream. God, ten million.
CHRIS
You’re being a real dick about this.
ROY
Fuck you! You asked the fuckin’ question!
CHRIS
Yeah, but you can’t just- fucking kill me!
ROY
In a theoretical situation where I get ten million quid, yeah, I think I can kill you!
CHRIS
Like you would even be able to, even if I were fucking blind you couldn’t!
ROY
 I thought this were only a question… where’d all this come from?
CHRIS
Alright… alright, I’m sorry, Roy.
ROY
 And I’m sorry for saying I’d kill you.
CHRIS
Thank you…
ROY
 So who is it… this friend you have to kill…?
CHRIS
Just… a guy I know.
ROY
What’s he like?
CHRIS
 A bit of a shit… but his hearts in the right place…
ROY
 Sounds a bit like me…
CHRIS half heartedly laughs, ROY picks up on this and slowly the realisation creeps across his face as he finishes the BLT, with the last bite in his mouth once he finally notices. A look of worry creeps up on his face.
ROY
 When… uh… when was you gunna do it?
CHRIS
 Dunno, maybe tomorrow… or Thursday… or Friday… sometime this week…
ROY
 Right… and… how are you gunna… do it?
CHRIS
Just a bullet… plain and simple, you know?
ROY
Right… and you uh… this was the boss right?
CHRIS
Yeah… (He slowly realises ROY’s sudden interest and works out that he knows.)
ROY
 Can you… uh pick up the bill… I gotta go? (Standing up quickly and awkwardly)
CHRIS
 (Fake smiling) Yeah- yeah sure.
ROY
Cheers, see you I guess… (Leaves quickly.)
(CHRIS leaves a note under his plate and stands to follow ROY.)
EXT. DAY. STREETS.
CHRIS follows ROY down the road, pulling a pistol from his pocket or back of his trousers, ROY does the same, both hide the guns from the others view and pretends they haven’t seen one another. ROY goes down an alley, turns and aims for CHRIS, who turns down the alley. Both open fire on one another, and both drop dead.

I think this script is definitely interesting and worth thinking about, essentially just a more dramatic version of Cigarette Break with a better pay off, it similarly relies on acting heavily, but would be fairly simplistic to film. In a way it is closely linked with Tight Jeans in that it is just a conversation, however there are higher stakes here. Again, worth revisiting and worth considering. 

Comments

  1. Good ideas, plenty you could develop. I'm not sure the bit on qualifications is needed - seems a bit irrelevant considering they're both working. I also wondered if the BLT might be a better murder weapon?

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